All Chapters of Lycan's Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

*Temple of the Flame, Silent After the Trial*No one dared to breathe too loudly. The last sparks of the guardian’s dissolving form still glowed faintly before fading into the stone floor of the temple. The echo of his voice… Guardian of the Vessel, lingered in every ear.Crystal, still leaning against Ryder, her body trembling. Her chest heaved as though she had run for miles. “Crystal, look at me” he whispered.She forced her gaze upward, and her heart lurched at the fear buried beneath his Alpha composure. Ryder was the High Alpha, the wolf who commanded four packs, the one wolves bent their knees to… but here, before her, he was just a man terrified of losing his mate.Her lips parted to reassure him, but before the words could form.A sudden flare burst from her skin.It was silver fire. Not the golden flame that had always marked her… no, this was di

*Silver Fang Pack, Midnight* The moon's light shone over jagged ridges that covered the lands of Silver Fang territory. The forest here had trees crawling thick across the borders. Wolves always whispered that Silver Fang’s soil never forgot blood. Inside the war hall, long tables were pushed aside to make space for the gathering. Dozens of warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes fixed on the dais where their Alpha loomed. Alpha Zaiden was not a man built for softness. His hair was streaked silver with the feral strain that marked his bloodline. His broad shoulders carried a dark fur mantle, his wolf’s presence radiating, pressing against every spine in the room. He lifted his hand, and silence fell instantly. “They think we have forgotten,” Zaiden began. “They think our silence is weakness. Starblood marches with Greenwood, Shadow bends their knee, and even Moonlight cowers beneath Ryder’s banner. They think Silver Fang has grown tame.” A ripple of snarls broke throu

*Shadow Pack Borders, Nightfall* The forest surrounding Shadow Pack lands was not quiet tonight. The moonlight shone through the trees, catching on the wet sheen of blood in the grass. Snarls echoed across the border ridge, punctuated by the clash of teeth and blade. Wolves moved as shadows, fur bristling, claws raking. It was not a siege… but it was meant to look like one. A test. Crystal’s flames lit the treeline, bursts of fire carving through the dark as rogues lunged from every side. She had fought enough battles to know when wolves moved with purpose, when they had been trained… or when they were simply desperate enough to sell their teeth. These ones were sloppy, but numerous. And most telling of all… they wore no sigils, and no pack colors. “Rogues,” Ryder growled, his voice loud as he tore through one, golden eyes blazing. Aiden howled within him, wild and furious. “But too many for chance.” Evren slammed another wolf into the dirt, his blade flashing as he cut clean acr

*Shadow Pack — Elders Hall, Night* Crystal sat at Ryder’s side, her fingers cold against her thigh though she forced her spine straight. The eyes of the Shadow Pack elders bore down on her like blades. Their gazes were searching for any sign of weakness. Alpha Darius sat at the highest seat, his frame massive, shoulders draped in black fur. His eyes bore a gaze that rarely betrayed what he thought. To his right sat Evren, his Beta, silent as ever, though his watchful eyes seemed to miss nothing. “You stand before Shadow Pack,” one of the elders began, his voice raspy with age. “And before the Flame.” His eyes narrowed at Crystal, cold and mistrusting. “We remember flames. They do burn, consume, and they do not heal.” A low murmur rippled across the hall. Some nodded, others frowned, but none spoke above the whisper of doubt. Crystal swallowed. She wanted to speak, to defend herself, but Ryder’s hand brushed hers lightly. His golden eyes locked onto the council, his wolf, Aiden, r

*Shadow Pack — The Sacred Grounds, Night*The Shadow Pack’s sacred grounds were carved deep into the mountain, a hollow chamber where moonlight shone through cracks in the stone. Torches lined the walls, but they burned with black flame.Crystal stood barefoot on the rough stone circle, she gasped softly as the priestesses surrounded her. Their robes were ink-dark, their voices low as they chanted words in a tongue she had never heard. Their faces were painted with streaks of ashes, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim.It felt like stepping into the belly of the mountain.Ryder stood at the edge of the circle, his golden eyes fixed on her. His wolf, Aiden, prowled restless beneath his skin, growling against the restraint Ryder forced on him. Everything in him screamed to pull Crystal away, but he had promised… he had sworn… to trust her strength.Still, his hands curled into fists at his sides.The lead priestess, a woman with long silver hair braided down her back, lifted a curved